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Dec 18, 1999, 3:00:00 AM12/18/99

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GLOBAL PRO-WRESTLING PROUDLY PRESENTS:
SHOCKWAVE
12/16/99
A COLLECTION OF VIGNETTES FROM THE TALENT OF GLOBAL PRO-WRESTLING
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IN THIS EDITION:

1] Furious Steele
2] Eugene Robinson-GPW World Heavyweight Champion
3] Dagger Lorath and Shadowman
4] Chris Page-GPW Regional Champion
5] Samhein
6] Zack Sharp
7] The Rough Riders
8] VIP
9] Sean Willey-1/2 GPW American Tag-Team Champions
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FURIOUS STEELE
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T0: The sooner to be former champion Robinson, and a Rogers that is in a
lot
of trouble.

From: Furious Steele

[The scene opens in a packed house show in Atlanta Georgia. The place
if filled with 10,000+ screaming fans who are all on their feet. The ring
announcer is standing in the middle of the ring, and a sorry looking excuse
for a wrestling is standing in one corner. ]

Announcer: In the red corner standing 5 feet 10 inches tall, and weighing
in
at 205 pounds, hailing from Superior, Wisconsin... give a warm welcome to
Tommy Nobody!!!!

[ The crowd gives him a very small reaction, and Tommy Nobody looks like he
is nervous as hell, and is ready to leave right now.]

Announcer: His opponent is the number one contender for the GPW Heavy
Weight
title (crowd starts to boo), the King of Tennessee, 8 time heavy weight
champion of the world, and claims to be the most hated man in the
business.... He hails from Chicago Illinois, and stands just over six feet
tall and weighs in at a solid 242 pounds.. I give you FURIOUS
STEELE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[The crowd erupts in a chorus of boos as "People are Strange" by the doors
begins to play over the PA system and the lights dim a bit... After a
couple
of moments Furious Steele appears from behind the curtain and slowly stalks
to the ring. He is wearing his black sleeveless "I Hate You" T-shirt, blue
jean cut-off shorts, black army boots, and a long black leather duster.
His
black straggly hair is soaking wet and is covering his eyes, but the scowl
on his face is very clear. Steele has in one of his hands his faithful
metal
chair and drags it behind him as he makes his way to ringside. The fans at
ringside are shouting insults at Steele which usually get him worked into a
frenzy but today he does not seem to notice them. ]

[Steele slides into the ring and sets his chair in the corner. Tommy
Nobody's eyes are the size of saucers and looks like he is staring at death
itself.. Steele leans with his back in the corner until the bell rings to
start the match. At that point Steele methodically walks towards Tommy who
out of desperation takes a wild swing which connects but Steele is not
fazed by it. Tommy goes for another swing but Steele grabs him by the
throat
and throws him into the corner and from that point on it gets really ugly
quick.. Steele pulverized Tommy in the corner with a series of punches and
kicks that are enough to win the match.. For the next five minutes Steele
applies several submission (armbar submission, nerve pinch, figure four
leglock, bow and arrow, and double chickwing) holds on Tommy, and while he
has him in the holds he continues to taunt him "not to quit", and when it
looks like Tommy is about to throw in the towel Steele switches body
parts..
After this goes on for a while Tommy is left laying in the middle of the
ring a bloody mess, and Steele leans back in his corner and waits for Tommy
to get up, but the ref has seen enough and stops the match.]

announcer: Your winner in the time of 5:31 Furious Steele!!!

[The crowd continues to boo Steele as he grabs the house mic and stares
into
the camera.]

Furious: Apparently the GPW executive staff does not find you as valuable
as
you once were Robinson, or do they simply understand what will be.... They
have signed you in a match that you are not properly prepared to answer...
When they signed you in this match they signed your death certificate,
cause
come Sunday the Furious One is not coming to win a belt, he is coming to
end
a career... The Furious One has researched your career, and you have
marveled the world with your wrestling ability but that will do you little
good in this match.. This will come down to who is willing to suffer,
bleed,
and sweat... Are you ready to set your morality aside on Sunday? Are you
ready to face the monster head to head? Are you ready to go to any length
necessary to hold onto your title and your career? After sifting through
all
your lies, I have found one truth... The chair will come into play.. The
chair will crush your skull.. The chair will make you bleed, and when that
chair is dented beyond use their will be another chair...

[Steele whips the sweat off his face, and flicks it at a couple of people
in
the front row which sets the crowd off again.]

Furious: As for you Rogers.. Last Sunday was the beginning of your
punishment for trifling in the Furious One's business.. Robinson may have
saved you that day by attacking me from behind like a coward, but Robinson
will be dealt with after this week, and you will have nobody to save you...
Watch your back carefully young Rogers for your future does not look very
bright......

[Steele turns his back on the camera and looks out into the crowd that has
been riding him for the last 10 minutes.]

Furious: Now I want everyone of you to sit the @sses down and pay homage to
your new champion!!!!

(crowd of course erupts in boos and Steele faces twists in anger)

Furious: Robinson will pay for your crimes against the Furious One, and he
will pay with his very own blood... The time will come when each and every
one of you sheep will get on your knees and proclaim Furious Steele your
MASTER!!!! Come Sunday a veil of darkness will cover the world of
wrestling
and a area of terror shall reign forever..... So it is written and so it
shall come to pass....

[The scene fades with "People are Strange" playing over the PA system as
Furious Steele heads slowly up the ramp as the crowd throws stuff at him
and
continues to taunt him.]
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EUGENE ROBINSON (GPW WORLD CHAMPION)
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To: Furious Steele

From: "Tellin' it like it is" Eugene "Sparks" Robinson

"Nothing but a fodder of my greatness"
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[Fade up.]

[The clear blue skies roll into view and steal our breathe away on such a
perfect day. It's a cool, crisp Alabama afternoon as our camera slowly
begins to pan down. As we do so, a familiar figure slowly begins to creep
into our perspective. A 45º turn is what follows, revealing this figure's
face. And without a doubt, we've become accustomed to viewing his mug on a
weekly basis. This man is none other than the current champion of the world

Eugene "Sparks" Robinson.]

[It's definitely a great day for a walk in the park. And Eugene is proving
that notion, as he methodically treads past a field of evenly mowed grass.
Not much emotion within his mannerisms, but definitely not
sluggish-looking,
either. He's clad in black windbreakers and a baggy navy hooded sweatshirt.

Odd as it may seem, the golden prize called the world title is draped over
his right shoulder for the public eye to see. Although, that's difficult to

say when there's nobody in sight.]

[Eugene]: "I never thought it'd get any easier. Apparently, I was wrong.
Steele proved me wrong the other day."

[Our dauntless cameraman pans around the champion, so that we're
backpedaling
in front of Eugene. Eugene takes this opportunity to look up at the camera
lens. His silence is broken yet again.]

[Eugene]: "To quote the lovable beast known as Furious Steele: "The only
difference is the Furious One gets the job done...."

[Laughing is just too easy and expected, thus, Eugene greets us with a
simple
shaking of his head. He stands still, arms at his hips, as his baby blue
eyes just glare towards the camera.]

[Eugene]: "I guess once certain wrestlers surpass the level of insanity in
the ring the on going wars of chair bashing and head banging onslaughts
really do get to ones head. Now, I could be wrong here Steele, but who's
the
champion?"

[Eugene's eyes rolls over to his shoulder just to make sure the title is
indeed in his possession. Pleased to be correct, he glares back towards
the
viewers.]

[Eugene]: "Phew, for a second there I though I wasn't a champion. I mean,

Furious Steele seems to know everything. I mean, he is the elite of the
wrestling world as he so gracefully puts it. And I, Eugene Robinson, well
I
am just a noble subject prolonging our new kings reign as champion."

[The sarcastic pun rolls off Eugene's tongue as his legs regain motion as
he
makes his way down the long cemented pathway that runs down the center of
the
public park.]

[Eugene]: "Who am I to compare to a man like the Furious One. I mean, this

guy puts fear into camera men around the world as he continuously threatens

to assault those vicious media reporters. I don't know about you, but I've

got trouble sleeping at night. As soon as I glance in those crazed brown
eyes of his it's then I realize I'm just so normal. He's a legend,
errr....
something like that."

[I think it's time for the B.S. to end as Eugene is just having too much
fun.
He's a professional, he's suppose to be serious. The camera man continues

to back pedal as he walks a few steps in front of Eugene who so politely
smiles for all of us to see his pearly whites.]

[Eugene]: "Furious, let me be straight forward with ya. Lying may have
gotten you into this match, but it's not gonna get you past it. Keep
making
threats to mystery men who hide in the shadows when you yourself cowered in

fear from showing your face weeks at a time. Your just like everyone else
Steele. You run your life attempting to be different, but in the end, your

just the same as Lew Spectre, Johnny Adonis, and Carny McDevlin. What do
all
those men have in common with you Furious? Well they all came into a
match
with me with the gold on the line and thought they were different. They
thought they were better than me, Eugene Robinson. Like you, they were
wrong..."

[The poetic and powerful words of Eugene seem so simple, yet so effective.

The champ's confidence these days continues to raise, and for good reason.]

[Eugene]: "Gold may break when it meets steel, I don't doubt that for a
second there Furious. Yet, I may carry gold at my side but for no reason
do
I claim to be gold itself. I'm sorry there Furious, but there is no way
your
presence alone will break me, it's just not possible. Sure I've got the
money, the girls, the looks, hell I've got the touch too there Furious.
But
I've also got something else, it's called talent. Now before you get your
panties in an uproar I'm not saying you don't. I mean, you can slam those
steel chairs pretty hard. No ordinary man can grab a chair and knock
someone
out with it, it takes someone special, like yourself."

[Eugene tries to keep a serious tone while filming, and he's doing a pretty

damn good job, but the slightest thoughts of Furious Steele's ridiculous
comments almost send him into laughter, yet, he holds his champion poise.]

[Eugene]: "You, just like every other wrestler out there thinks they know
me,
and best of all, my weaknesses. So the key is to cheat, yep, that's the
secret I've been hiding all these years, just cheat and I'll fall at your
feet and beg for you to pin me. You see Furious, the key to being a
champion
is to be better than the man you face, the key to staying a champion is to
be
able to overcome all obstacles thrown in your face. Whether it's steel
cages
being dropped around me, valet's stabbing me in the head with their shoes,
or
managers and bodyguards hitting me from behind, I've overcome them all
Furious and still reign as the undisputed GPW World Champion.

I haven't forgotten why I'm here Steele. I know exactly why I'm here and
soon you'll realize it. The fact is now that I have this title in my hands
I
want it more than ever. Why? Cause I've tasted what it's like to be the
best in the business and let me tell you Steele it's the sweetest thing
your
mouth has ever touched. But I don't want just a taste anymore, I want it
all. For that reason alone I approach each match in better condition and
more focused then ever. Everytime I pin one of you "I'm different then
anyone you've ever faced" morons this title becomes worth more and more.
When I'm in the ring the Lord himself could be tending to the sheep that
you
proclaim flock around the ring but I wouldn't notice. For the minute you
step underneath those ropes and the bell rings I will not spare you a
second
to breathe. I don't have time to worry about the world, all my focus, my
undevoted attention, well it's on you and only you!"

[The veins in Eugene's forehead are pressing threw his skin. He no longer
is
walking along the pale green grass but stopped dead in his tracks. His
fists
are clutched tightly at his side as he is ready for war.]

[Eugene]: "Put forth all your effort in trying to make me quit. But
Steele,
champions never say die and I am a champion whether you want to recognize
it
or not. I could care less if you bring in ratings and reviews from sources

around the world. You just may be the savior of GPW bringing us a whole
new
audience that we never thought we'd have. But guess what Steele, the
number
of people watching doesn't change the fact that I'm gonna bounce your head
of
every turnbuckle in the ring. When one more young child flips over to the
GPW network you don't suddenly get a second wind or a power surge. I wish
it
worked like that Steele, I really do. So the battle of good and evil is
what
the fans want, but who they want to win doesn't matter. I may be the
single
most appreciated man in the business and you may very well be the man all
the
little children fear at night, but like I said before Steele, it doesn't
matter, none of it does."

[Eugene's wise remarks spark interest in all those listening. A few
tourists
are startled yet pleased to say the least that the GPW World Champion has
graced them with his presence. Eugene stands beneath a cluttering of
branches from a good sized tree beside him.]

[Eugene]: "Bring whatever you have to offer Steele! Bring it all! Bend my

body in positions that weren't meant to be, stretch those tendons, rip my
freakin' arm off. Break my bones and bring a smile to your face. Nothing
in
my mind says that my blood will not bleed at your hands and you can taste
the
blood all you want. But victory you shalt not have. For never in my life
will the words "I quit" roll of my tongue and press between my lips at your

hands. I'm ready till feel the wrath of the "Furious One!" I'm ready to
see
the monster make what will be a fatal attempt at beginning a new era in
GPW.
Your time as champion may very well be due but it will not be at the 11th
Hour and it will not be at my expense. I'm as ready as ready can be
Steele,
but are you?

Are you ready to face the simple thought that a man of my stature just may
prove you wrong? Are you ready to accept the fact that a single man alone
could hand you defeat? Are you ready to admit that you are nothing but a
fodder of my greatness? My life will unquestionably change after we meet
Steele but it's not because I stood face to face with the monster of the
federation. It's not because I survived this so called error of terror
that
has yet to strike fear into the eyes of anyone but little girls who pee in
their beds. No Steele! My life will change because I will tally one more
win against a man who thought he was better than me. My life will change
because once again I will prove to those who still doubt me that I am a for

real champion who will fight against all of those who contend. So when my
grand children are born Steele I will tell them stories and your name will
come up. Yeah, you'll be remembered as the monster who fell at the hands
of
greatness. So strike fear into whoever you want, proclaim to be the next
World Champion to all those who can to listen to your rants and raves. But

come the 11th hour you will be nothing more than a memory of what's to
come."

[Eugene spins away from the camera as his coat tails spin towards the lens.

His back turns as he takes those breath taking steps away and out of our
sight as the camera simply fades to black.]

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DAGGER LORATH & SHADOWMAN
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To: Rune and Rapier
From: Dagger Lorath and Shadowman

[Scene: An exotic Japanese garden. The soothing music of wind chimes plays
as the wind has become their conductor. A small pond sits in the center of
this garden, with several large Japanese Koi swimming in and out of view.
There seems to be another presence here, but nothing in the frame of view.
The camera pans around to reveal Dagger Lorath sitting on an old wooden
chair observing this peaceful setting. He is dressed in black
windbreakers, and a black, untucked tanktop. Sandals partially conceal his
feet. He breathes in the air around him, and begins in his usual calm
Western drawl.]

[DAGGER]: "I told you I would, and I did. I went out there and defeated
James Wilson. But the way I did it wasn't satisfying to me. Another day
perhaps. But the battle royale. I thought for sure I had that in the bag.
Guess not. But no matter. The main issue here is the match with Rune and
Rapier. You two have been going at... "Shadowman" and I for sometime. I
don't know if it's your doing or the jerks up at the front office. But it
ends here. It ends at the 11th hour. When we take the belts. "

[Shadowman walks in from the left, behind Dagger Lorath. He's attired in
his black jeans, grey t-shirt, and black boots. He has a lit cigar in his
mouth, the smoke polluting the garden's clean air. His hair is pushed back,
and looks damp. He takes a puff from his cigar, and blows the rest out in
the air as he starts his part of the conversation.]

[SHADOWMAN]: "Well then, Rune and Rapier, I hope you're ready to stand in
the
ring, with me, and Lorath. We are going to become the GPW World Tag Team
Champions. When your on your backs, and you look up, and the lights are a
blur, and you hear my music playing, you will realize what happened, you
will realize that unlike last time you were not so lucky this time, and now

we have your.... no, OUR belts."

[Shadowman accidentally drop's some ashes onto Dagger's hair. Instantly, he
brushes it off and gives Shadowman an evil eye.]

[DAGGER]: "Watch it, sunshine. Last time, we didn't care about winning. At
least I didn't. I wanted to hurt you two. I wanted pain felt in that ring.
I wanted blood spilt. Now comes another chance to make you feel pain. Think
I give a damn about the tag title belts? Not one bit. While he might, I
won't. He'll go in there wanting to win. Wanting to go home with another
win in his column. Wanting his first GPW gold. If we win, it'll be my first
GPW gold as well. But, as I said before, gold does not matter to me. O.K.
I'd be lying to you if I said it didn't. But, I don't care. I win gold...
great. I don't win gold... I still ripped you a new ass."

[SHADOWMAN]: "You know what? I hoped you enjoyed the soft side I showed.
The little light I gave off in my last interview. Sharing my life, and my
pain, but now my pain is gone, and the only thing that will hurt will be me
when I hurt all of you. It's time to show everyone who the mid-carders are,

and who are the main eventers, and who are the true Tag Team Champions, of
the
World."

[DAGGER]: "Of just GPW, my friend. Rune and Rapier... you won those belts.
But don't expect to hold onto them for long. You want darkside, my friends?
You're goin' to get it. Prepare for a fight.

[Dagger stands up, standing infront of Shadowman, who takes another puff
and blows it into the air infront of Dagger.]

[DAGGER]: Prepare for all Hell. I already told you I don't care about the
titles. He knows that [pointing at Shadowman]. Yet he knows not to do
anything about it. He'll just seize the moment after I've crippled you to
pin and win. Are you ready?

[SHADOWMAN]: Yeah, get ready for an ass whiping!

[fade]

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'THE AMERICAN RAGE' CHRIS PAGE
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TO: LANCE LOVE

FROM: THE CURRENT GPW REGIONAL CHAMPION 'THE AMERICAN RAGE' CHRIS PAGE!!!

<< The camera fades in outside of gym in Alabama. Shay Peters gets out of
his
truck wearing a pair of navy blue khakis and a white collar shirt. Shay
Peters is seen walking over to the door going down the steps. After a few
minutes pass Shay comes up. >>

[PETERS]: "He is down there!"

<< Shay Peters tells the camera crew to follow him. Peters opens the door
back up and walks down the stairs. Off in the corner the camera zooms in on

'The American Rage' Chris Page hitting the punching. Page has on his red,
white and blue wrestling gear. Page is tearing the bag up when suddenly he
sees the camera crew. Page stops and walks over to them. >>

[PAGE]: "What are you doing here?"

[PETERS]: "Well Chris you have a big match this week and it is my job to
get
a word with you. I mean you are fighting your arch rival, Lance Love and
haven't even mentioned a word. Why is that?"

[PAGE]: "Well let's see. Most people think is the best time to snap and go
off the deep end. Yeah I could do that but see I want to make that match
between Love and myself a living hell for Lance. I mean I know all his
moves
since he was once in the Diamond Dynasty but see I want him to feel ten
times
as much pain as I felt when I was stabbed in the back. So I am here working

on my condition."

[PETERS]: "To me you look like your in pretty good condition. But last week

you came out here and said that you were gonna win the Tennessee Battle
Royal
and you didn't. So how can you be so conifdent that you may not beat Lance
Love. I mean after all he does have Spencer watching his back?"

[PAGE]: "Lance Love probably doesnt even realize that he is actually the
favorite to win the match. First of all he only had one match last week and

that was the Battle Royal and he was out of that match very quickly. You
see
I had two and I defeated that Mexican Ramon Lopez and then lasted in the
Battle Royal with Rogers & Steele but Rogers somehow threw me out of the
ring. Secondly he has Spencer watching my back and I have no one."

[PETERS]: "Thats all true and all but what to you plan on doing to Lance?"

[PAGE]: "You see when Love left the Diamond Dynasty I correctly remember
him
saying that I was a nobody and would never amount to much here in the GPW.
But let's see Lance who has the gold around their waist. Then he said the
NEW
-PLaypen_ would be the best stable in the GPW but they haven't done jack
diddly crap in the GPW. So I just am gonna get in the ring and once that
bell
rings I plan to kick his ass from pillar to post all around the ring and
then
and only then when I feel I taught him a very valuable lesson I will hit
The
Red, The White & The Blue!"

[PETERS]: "Well their is a lot of rumors going around in the back that you
are only the GPW Regional Champion because Johnny Adois came out to help
you?
Is he one of the members that you are scouting out for the Diamond
Dynasty?"

[PAGE]: "Yes Johnny Adois came down two weeks ago to help me win the belt
but
you see it doesn't matter how it got around my waist cause last week I
proved
not once but two times why I am one of the top stars here in the GPW. I
will
show the whole world once agin how great of a wrestler I am by whipping the

floor with Lance Love. Like I am going to say anyone may be apart of the
Diamond Dynasty but only a select few could hang with us."

[PETERS]: "Any final comments?"

[PAGE]: "Lance Love when we meet you can rest assure this match will be a
WAR! I have been waiting for this for a long time and I will make sure that
I
won't let this day pass me by without getting something good out of this
match. Always remember Diamonds are Forever and so is the Dynasty! Lance
I'll
see you in the ring."

<< The camera fades out with Page walking away from the camera and walking
over to the bench. Page lays down on the bench and begins to bench press
300
pounds as the camera fades out.>>
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SAMHEIN
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To: Johnny Adonis and Sebastian St. Clair
From: Samhein

<Samhein walks out of the room and the camera follows him...he walks toward

the arena area>

[Samhein]: I love it here in the ring...My life, My destiny...I have
always
been the best at what I have done and will do...and this is no exception.
Last week when I debuted...that is the perfect example...I dominated the
whole match. I told Derek Sweger that his best move would be to not even
show up, but he did not listen to my warning...and I told him that if he
did
not heed my warning...that I would make an example out of him to all of the

wrestlers showing off the ability to my true power. And I did so...I did
so
with a vengence.

[Samhein]: My next speed bump in the road to stardom is a little match with

Sebastian St. Clair....a lowlife that won't even show up for his first
match
ever in this fed. I am not worried about you, ya little piece of crap..you

may call yourself a wrestler...but you have done nothing to prrove to
anyone
that you can actually wrestle. I personally think that you are in here
just
to say..hey, I was a "wrestler" once. The best thing for you to do is to
make a repeat of what you did last week. Cause I am gonna beat the ever
lovin crap outta you boy. Better yet...If you show up I am gonna wail on
you...if you don't I am gonna wail on you even harder cause it prooves you

are the wimp that everyone really thinks that you are...so the choice is
yours tinkerbell.

[Samhein]: Now onto business that is more important. My first title shot
agains the Hawaiian not so hot stuff johnny mathis...I mean Adonis.
Man...you just don't get it do you...you come back from a long time of not
wrestling thinking that you can still do all of the same things that you
have done...frickin idiot is all I have to say. You think that you can
never be beat and you will cling onto that title till you die....it don't
work that way my friend...everyone goes down sometimes, including you and
me...myself not so much as you and the rest of the wrestlers that are in
this fed. And another thing...I don't see where you get off saying that I
have no talent whatsoever...Here I am...the next up and coming wrestler in
this fed who debuted last week...and I already have a title shot. That
should tell you a little something about my greatness, but I will let you
learn all about it in the ring come this sunday and experience it first
hand.

[Samhein]: You know...I think that it is hilarious you think so highly of
yourself...saying I don't have what it takes to spell wrestler in the
snow...let me let you in on a little secret...I do have what it takes...I
don't know about you not being able to finish the rest of the "R"...but I
can spell wrestler in cursive and in three different languages...looks like

i beat you in something else besides wrestling you cretin. Yes...thats
right...I called you a cretin. What was it that you told me...that I am
proof that any ole bum can just walk in off the street...grease a few poles

and become a wrestler. I don't know about you...but I worked hard to get
where I am...it sounds like you are the one that has been greasing poles my

dear boy...and yes...that means the way it sounds. As For cutting your leg

off and beating yourself with it...you better start hackin away over
there...or better yet, I will do it for you...cause you can and will loose
to me.

[Samhein]: As for me wondering if I will beat you...I will let you rest
easy
in the next few nights by knocking your ass out and taking that title away
from you. And I don't know where you are comin from saying I talk to
myself...well, I don't...as a matter of fact I have no conscience. As for
you...I am sure that you are lookin in a little mirror over there in that
supposed fancy office which we in the entertainment business like to call a

set. I am sure you are saying..."Self, I know that I will win that TV
title...cause I have had everything in my life handed over to me. And I
will not get worked up over this cause I am a member of many 12 step
programs including incest. I know that O will win cause I am good
enough....Smart enough...And gosh Darn it...People like me." You just go
ahead and keep thinking that over there...but I am sure that there is a 12
step program for you loosing a title...and I am sure that there is a 12
maybe even 13 step program to recovery at the hospital which you are
definatly going to need after i am through with you.

[Samhein]: I am done with you for now, I am saving the rest of it for the
ring this sunday when I will beat your ass. So I will let you suck on your

teddy bear for the next few nights getting ready for the match without me
bothering you...and one last note...this is alabama in the winter...not
hawaii, so top with that stuff.

<samhein walks out of the arena and the screen goes black>
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ZACK SHARP
******************

TO: T' Chamunga, the Zinmaster, and some other guy
FROM: The hip tossin' machine... "Sick & Twisted" Zack Sharp.

[Scene: A hospital room. The man known as "Sick & Twisted" Zack Sharp,
sits
beside a bed that contains a man in a full body cast. Sharp wears a pair
of
black carpenter's pants and a t-shirt which reads:

"Dammit, You Made Me Do It."

Sharp is reading to this poor crippled man from an issue of an adult
magazine. Sharp then looks at the camera, with a sad look on his face.]

"SICK & TWISTED" ZACK SHARP:
You see this man, he was once one of the greatest athletes on this planet.

He was the only man _ever_ to perform a 1620 degree splash. Yet, it all
ended with one move, dammit, one move. A move that should have been banned

years ago, a move that I possess the ability to perform. A move that I had

to use on this man. That's right I had to bust out my hip toss and end
this
man's career.

Why did I do it? Cause dammit, they made me do it. They put me in the
ring
with this spectacular athlete and I had to one up him. They made me end
his
career. They made me do it and now they are making me do it again.

Not because I'm facing to spectacular athletes, no, it's because I'm facing

too far less than spectacular athletes, those two so-called athletes being
Zin-Boy and Me-Scared-Of-Camera-Lenses-Boy.

Two hip tosses, two careers ended, and that move will finally be banned for

life and dammit I will be relieved. Then maybe this man, who fought long
and
hard to get his move banned will finally have some redemption. Dammit, I'm

doing it for the Malignent Gerbil.

However, I do apologize to the children who will be watching this on
television because they should not have to witness such a horrifying act.
Though please remember it is not my fault, it's their fault.

I'm not doing this for a belt, I'm not doing this for some cash, I'm doing
it
because I am designed for entertainment and the only way to make this match

entertaining is to end the careers to these two very poor entertainers.

At the 11th hour, it will go down, it will be sick, it will be horrifying,
it
will be down-right nasty, but it will bring the smile to the nicest cripple

I've ever met....

...the Malignent Gerbil.

Thank you. Good night.

[Fade.]
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David $Mith

unread,

Dec 22, 1999, 3:00:00 AM12/22/99

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****
GLOBAL PRO-WRESTLING PROUDLY PRESENTS:
SHOCKWAVE

THE BI-WEEKLY PROGRAM FEATURING VIGNETTES AND INTERVIEWS FROM THE TALENT OF
GPW
12/21/99
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****
ON THIS EDITION OF SHOCKWAVE:

1] Nicholas Richards
2] Johnny Adonis-GPW World Television Champions
3] The Zinmaster
4] Czar
5] Ramon Lopez
6] Mad Valentine-GPW American Heavyweight Champion
7] Bryan Meredith
8] Adam Rogers
9] Andrew Bailey
10]Carl Bliar
11]Dagger Lorath-1/2 GPW World Tag-Team Champions
12]Furious Steele

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***************
Nicholas Richard
***************

TO: Zack Sharp, and anyone else who wants to listen
FROM: The Army of One

RICHARD: Zack, I'm impressed, you fought without the bras-knux rules
and won. Beat me. Don't count on it ever happening again, but you can
enjoy the moment while it lasts. Next time I won't let them schedule me
for two fights in 15 minutes of each other.
I have a question for the front office. When's my title shot? Samhein got
one, and he's pathetic. I'll do what I have to do to get a shot, including
proving that Sharp's win was a fluke. Put them in front of me, I'll knock
'em down.

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****************
JOHNNY ADONIS
****************
To: The GPW
From: JOHNNY ADONIS

[Johnny Adonis is shown walking down the street. He's flashing that
million
dollar smile as always. The generosity just seems to ooze from him.]

[JOHNNY ADONIS]: Christmas is almost upon us folks. This is Johnny
Adonis's
favorite time of year. It's a time of giving.

[Johnny stops by a Salvation Army stand and pulls out a hundred dollar
bill.
He looks at the woman ringing the bell as her face lights up.]

[JOHNNY ADONIS]: Got change?

Woman: N...No...

[JOHNNY ADONIS]: Tough luck.

[He stuffs the hundred back in his pocket and keeps walking.]

[JOHNNY ADONIS]: Hayes, you have no idea what the hell you're talking
about.
The brass of the GPW are apparently out to get me or something. They look

at me and see the fastest rising star in this two bit promotion. They look

at me and see someone who is getting the spotlight that he deserves...ALL
OF
IT. But you see, these other so-called superstars are so filled with envy
over me, they're whispering in the ears of the brass. They all want shots
at
my title. And the GPW is stupid enough to give it to them! I can't
believe
that! There's a pecking order in the GPW, one that you plebs watching
aren't
aware of. Everyone's out to get Johnny Adonis, they all want what I've got.

They're all so green with envy over me that they can't control it any more.

[Johnny takes his sunglasses off and looks ahead. A man with crutches is
walking towards Johnny.]

[JOHNNY ADONIS]: Christmas, is also a time for good will towards men.

[Johnny walks past the man and kicks his crutch out from under him. Johnny

snickers and continues walking.]

[JOHNNY ADONIS]: Team Ego, you two-bit plebs are just another example of
the
Johnny Adonis fan club that's going on in the GPW right now. Team Ego?
Come
on...Team Moron is more like it. People say that I've got a big ego. I
say
they're jealous. Hey, talent, good looks, and money, doesn't say that I'm
better than everyone else. I say I'm better than everyone else. What you
have in Team Ego are two guys who want to be like the "Hawaiian Hotstuff."

Wasn't it Adolf Hitler that said, "If you tell a big enough lie, people
will
start to believe you?" Well, Team Ego, the only thing I see when you two
come on TV are two guys who don't have what it takes to create their own
images. You two gotta look at the master and just imitate. But you know,
they do say that imitation is the highest form of flattery. Carl
Blair...I'm
glad you like me. I'm glad that you want to be me. Trust me, I know what
it's like to have heroes. I know, I'm your role model. Which makes it even

more painful when I humiliate you.

[Johnny gets inside his office and the camera pans to a huge oil painting
of
Johnny Adonis.]

[JOHNNY ADONIS]: And as for Matt Foxx, there you go sticking your nose in
my
business, too. Just as I had that no-named Sanheim beaten within an inch
of
his career, you, too had to come down and taint another shinning moment for

me. You know, I'm a giving man, Foxx. If you wanted a bit of my
spotlight,
I would have been more than willing to share it with you. You could step
into my spotlight, but I don't think you'd be able to handle it. You see,
even in my spotlight, you'd be in my shadow. And I know...I know that you
don't want to be there. I could make you a star Foxx, and this is going to
be
your one opportunity. You take that opportunity and you run with it.
Because
if you just sit back and watch it slip by, you'll continue to be what you
are
right now...a pathetic nobody.

[Johnny stands up and fixes himself a drink. He smiles as a long legged
brunette walks in. Johnny ushers the camera crew out. They refuse to
move.
The black silk robe that the woman is wearing is thrown as the camera. Her
giggling gleefully is heard as the camera fades to black.]
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THE ZINMASTER
*****************
To:Zack Sharp, and T'Chamunga

[the scene open's up at a local house show whlie the GPW was touring
Alabama....The Global-View pick's up a black camero pulling into the
arena...as the local Alabama crowd wonder's who it is the door fly's
open....as The Zinmaster step's out of his car the crowd errups into
cheer's
you can clearly see his "Welcome To The ZinZone" t-shirt as well as cut-off

short's...but he also has on a huge knee brace...The Zinmaster makes his
way
into the back...Passing by all the major talent who is congradulating him
and Sharp and T'Chamunga on the match on MELTDOWN....as "Black" begin's to
play over the P.A. the crowd bein's to stand and give a standing ovation to

The Zinmaster...The Zinmaster step's out from behind the curtain and
begin's
to make his way down the ramp and to the ring...He has to roll into the
ring
cause of his knee....The Zinmaster grabs the mic....

[The Zinmaster].....Hello Alabama.....

[the crowd give's a huge pop]

[The Zinmaster]...Now how many of you saw MELTDOWN?????...

[the crowd begin's to boo cause of Sharp winning]

[The Zinmaster]...Yeah tell me about it....Sharp I have some unfinished
business to take care of with you because forthe simple fact you knew that
my knee isn't a 100% and you saw fit to take a steel chair to it...Well
Sharp that pissed me off just a little bit..

[crowd begin's to chant ZinZone,ZinZone,ZinZone....]

[The Zinmaster]...But I thought we 3 had a damn good match on MELTDOWN this

past week and I also believe that there should be a rematch...
Uhmmmm....Let me think...AHHHH...The next PPV....Let's hook it up..

[the crowd give's a huge pop to the challenge]

[The Zinmaster].....First off I will talk about T'Chamunga...Listen up you
Rat Island RETARD...I took everything you had and you couldn't get the job
done...I took your power-bomb through a table and you couldn't get the
win....instead you got beat by yet another piece of trash called Zack
Sharp....As I see it Sharp your walking around here with my GPW Brass Knux
Championchip....Now Sharp on to you...You also hit me with everything and
you couldn't get the job done...You even so far as to take out my bad
knee...Now my Doctor's say don't get into the ring...But that ain't going
to
stop me from kicking the crap oout of you...

[crowd is still standing giveing an ovation for The Zinmaster]

[The Zinmaster]..Now Sharp I ain't done yet...T'Chamunga stay close cause
at
the PPV you won't have to worry about the Y2K...You will both have to worry

about Z2k..and that's The Zinmater kicking someone ass,and come the PPV
Sharp,Chumbawumba your ass will be kicked...Because we will be working on
the give and take relationship...I will give the ass kicking's,and you 2
pieces of crap will damn sure be taking them......

["Black" play's over the P.A. as The Zinmaster leaves the ring to a huge
pop....the camera fades to a commercial]
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CZAR
********
To: The Entire Federation
From: Czar

Czar - He he he he. You see this right here??
<<He pulls out a folded stationary out of his jacket pocket>>
Signed Sealed, Delivered, and received. This is my contract with one GPW
saying I, Czar, Half man, Half Amazing, is now officially part of this Fed.
He he he he, Do you know what that means?? Well, if you are a no talent ass
clown, not much....but if you are at the top of your game, on top of fame,
and thinking you are the godsend wretler of the millenium, it means you are
in for a very rude awakening. I know what you are saying. This is just
another upstart, trying to make a name for himself in this fed from the
beginning. Wrong answer buddy boy. Ive been around for exactly one decade.
And within that 10 years, Ive had 13 world Title reigns, eight fights with
one Ramon Lopez, all ending in bloodbaths, and plenty, plenty battles for
my life, and what not. Ive seen upstarts come, and go, and ive visited them
in the Hospital. Aint changed a thing. Ive had law suits against me, Ive
had a corrupt President, Ive had mob hits out for me, AND IT ONLY MADE ME A
BETTER WRESTLER!!
I made more cheese!! Ive prospered. Look at me!! Look what Im worth, and my
Yellow Lotus Elise is outside too!!
<<<Takes a puff>>
He he he he. Hell, Im already ranked 24th, 5th in brass Knux!! Thats how
good I am!! Hlaf man, Half Amazing!!
Ima give all of ya'll a heads up......
Mark your calendar.......
December 30th, second last day of the Millenium..........Last 30th of
December.........
THATS WHEN CZAR WILL BE INTRODUCED AND ROCK THE VERY FOUNDATION THAT THE
GPW IS SET UPON...
WORD!!

<<<The scene fades and the Words "HALF MAN, HALF AMAZING" Flashes.>>
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"SCREWBALL" RAMON LOPEZ
***************************************

To: Chris Page, Nicholas Richards, Czar, Drew Archer, and anyone else.

From: The King of Insanity, the King of Extreme, the Master of Hardcore,
the
one TRUE God of Wrestling, Everyone's Hero, "Screwball" Ramon Lopez.

(Scene opens in a small dark run down bar in downtown San Antonio, Texas.
The camera pans around showing the bar filled with the scum of the earth.
In the back portioned off from the rest of the bar by some cheap railing is
a small pool room were a group of drunken bikers are attempting a game.
The
bar is lined with a variety of thieves, con-artists, drug pushers, and any
other kind low life trash you can think of. Towards the front of the bar
is
a group of men arguing and shoving each other around. Finally the camera
approaches a corner booth in the back of the bar. There is just enough
light to make out Ramon Lopez with a bottle and a goofy look on his face.
He is wearing his customary blue jeans, black combat boots, and white tank
top. He looks up at the camera and begins to speak...)

"Screwball" Ramon Lopez: "Well my short time in the single ranks here in
the
GPW has been like the rest of my career. Started out strong with five wins
but now I've lost two in a row. Now the first lose was to Chris Page.
Chris your a damn good wrestler but if it wasn't for that cheap before our
match it might have been a different story. That shot peaked my anger and
threw me out of my game plan but next time boy it'll be a whole different
story. Now my second lose was the bad one."

(He drops his head and lets out a sigh of disgust before looking back up at
the camera with a bewildered look on his face.)

Ramon: "I mean a veteran like myself getting taken by a nobody. I'm so
depressed about that it isn't even funny but Nick my boy you did something
that no one and I mean NO ONE does and gets away with it. You made the God
of Wrestling look bad and I just can't let that slide. So I'm giving you a
little warning a head of time. You do whatever you want to try and protect
that little ass of yours because the I'm coming to take a huge chunk out of
it by any means necessary."

(He takes a swig of what ever is in the bottle then get a really aggravated
look on his face.)

Ramon: "Now on to something...well I can't really say more important but
something that really ticks me off. A man that has been a thorn in my side
since I strolled into the big time. A man I've been dealing with for over
2
years now. Of course I though I've finally got ride of him a while back
when he retired from the sport but here he is again. We've been at each
others throats over five different federation and the GPW will now make it
six because while I respect no pro-wrestler more I hate this man with all
of
my being."

(He gets a real evil look on his face as he leans forward resting his
elbows
on the table.)

Ramon: "Czar you bring out the worst in me and I'm sure I do the same for
you but I'll go to the deepest darkest pit of hell to exterminate you like
the cockroach you are. Now I'm allot more bitter then the last time we
crossed path ya damn communist because I've had allot of time to reflect
about the past."

(He extends right arm out over the table into a small beam of light showing
his scared up forearm and biceps. He just looks at them for a second
before
turning his ice cold eyes back on the camera.)

Ramon: "Now I'm sure your remember this or how about the busted left ankle
or perhaps the fractured right shoulder blade. I don't know maybe even
that
six inch slice across my abdomen when I went face first through the
announcers table. Yea I'm sure you remember that night when I was left
lying at ringside in a pool of my own blood when you and your goons
celebrated in the ring because I sure as hell do. If you did forget you
better be prepared for total recall only this time it'll be you lying on
that concrete floor practically bleeding to death."

(His ice cold demeanor is broken when he cracks a little smile and lets out
a chuckle.)

Ramon: "The one thing I do find humorous about all this is the fact that
you
and your men did everything you could to end my career but within two weeks
I was back in that ring fighting the big guns with casts and all. You know
why you attempts failed you little jerk? It is because I am more of a man
then you could ever dream of being. You know what else? I bet my opponent
for this week is even more manly then you of course with the name of Drew
the only picture I get is a fat out of shape mommas boy. What do you think
Drew? You think you could take the man who caused the collapse of the
Soviet Union? Sure you do. You think you can take me?"

(He drops his head shaking it as he lets out another chuckle be looking
back
up with a goofy smile.)

Ramon: "Well if you do you just might wanna lay off the wacky weed because
it is seriously clouding you judgement. Of course as I've said before
everyone is always welcome to try and dethrone the undethronable ego so
Drew
bring all you've got because son it is going to be one long day for you."

(He grabs his bottle as he leans back and puts his feet up on the table.)

Ramon: "Oh and to the rest of the GPW the King of Insanity is back in full
form and I'm all stocked up with first class tickets to MY nut house so
come
get some of this if you got the rocks."

(The scene quickly fades to black as he starts to settle in and get
comfortable.)
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'SMOKING BARREL' MAD VALENTINE
*********************************************************

TO: My good friend Jimmy Wilson, and, of course... Johnny Adonis.

FROM: The one, the only, the 'Smoking Barrel'... Madison J. Valentine!!

[The scene opens back at the Sacramento home of the 'Smoking Barrel'. The
living room has been entirely re-decorated since our last visit - the walls
have been painted a pleasant shade of sky-blue, and the dull, old grey
furniture has been replaced with a brand-new suite in crisp, snow-white
fabric. At the window, the sky is murky and overcast, but it is not enough
to dampen the Christmas spirit in the Valentine residence.]

[Squatting on the floor is the man himself, MJV, half-submerged in festive
wrapping paper, bows, and ribbons. The 'Smoking Barrel' is dressed
casually, in a black, roll-neck woolen sweater and tatty old blue jeans;
his short, dark hair styled perfectly. He sits on the floor, wrapping up a
plain, brown cardboard box in Santa Claus paper, crooning along shamelessly
to Bing Crosby's world-renowned classic...]

[VALENTINE]: "IIIIIIIIIIIII'm dreaming... of a whiiiiite Christmas..."

[However, his less-than-perfect singing is interrupted by the ring of his
doorbell. He rises to his feet, dusts off his clothes, smoothes a hand over
his hair, and makes his way into the hall. A blast of icy wind rushes into
the house as he opens the door, revealing the figure of his slightly-built
agent Kingsley Sweete standing outside.]

[VALENTINE]: "Good morning, Kingsley! Come on in!"

[The 'Smoking Barrel' seems uncharacteristically chirpy as he steps aside,
and allows Sweete, clad in an expensive-looking black business suit, into
his 'humble abode'. His advisor, too, seems mildly surprised by Valentine's
happy demeanour, and steps through the door with a smile. MJV closes the
door, and leads his agent back into the lving room...]

[VALENTINE]: "Just doing a bit of Christmas wrapping. Getting in the
festive spirit, y'know?"

[SWEETE]: "Yeah. I thought you were... err... kinda... happy."

[VALENTINE]: "Of course I'm happy, Kingsley! What is there not to be happy
about? It's Christmas time, the season of good will, and I've got a couple
of weeks where I can just forget about wrestling, where I can just relax,
and enjoy my holiday... nog?"

[He offers Kingsley a small, half-full glass of creamy, white egg-nog.]

[SWEETE]: "Err... not for me, M-J. Thanks."

[VALENTINE]: "Suit yourself."

[He drains the glass and wipes the streak of white from his clean-shaven
top lip.]

[VALENTINE]: "So, Kingsley. What are you here to see me about?"

[SWEETE]: "Well, M-J, it's funny you should ask..."

[VALENTINE]: "Oh. I get it. It's about GPW, right?"

[Sweete nods, almost as though he'd done something wrong. Valentine just
shakes his head, and crouches down on to his haunches once again,
continuing where he left off with the wrapping of the cardboard box...]

[VALENTINE]: "Oh, Kingsley - do you _ever_ stop thinking about work? It's
the holidays, for crying out loud! Loosen up! Forget about wrestling!"

[SWEETE]: "Well, err... I thought, seeing as you're going away for the rest
of the week..."

[VALENTINE]: "Go on then. Just tell me. What have they done now?"

[Kingsley nods, as the 'Smoking Barrel' seals his gift with the last strip
of tape. He reaches into the breast pocket of his crisp, white shirt, and
pulls out a piece of paper, which he hands to his long-time buddy.]

[SWEETE]: "They faxed this over about an hour ago. It's the holiday
line-up..."

[VALENTINE]: "Awww... man! December 30?! I've got to wrestle on the 30th?"

[SWEETE]: "'Fraid so, M-J."

[VALENTINE]: "Well... I guess it is only Johnny Adonis, after all, eh,
Kingsley?"

[SWEETE]: "I, err... I guess..."

[VALENTINE]: "Yup - in, win, out, and back to my 72-hour millennium
drinking binge..."

[With that, he kicks back into tune, with a burst of Sinatra...]

[VALENTINE]: "Staaart spreadin' the neeeews... I'm leavin' todaaay..."

[Sweete, casting a somewhat dubious glance in Valentine's direction,
doesn't seem entirely impressed by his rendition of 'New York, New York.']

[SWEETE]: "Yeah, M-J. Very nice."

[VALENTINE]: "Ah. New Year's Eve in NYC... what could possibly be more
perfect?"

[SWEETE]: "Err... this? Perhaps?"

[He reaches into his breast pocket again, pulling out a second piece of
paper, again handing it to the 'Smoking Barrel' without a word. Valentine
unfolds it carefully, scans over it with sparkling, jade-green eyes...]

[VALENTINE]: "Future Fight 2000? The Battle of LA? Kingsley?"

[SWEETE]: "The line-up for GPW's first pay-per-view, in January. That came
over right after the last fax..."

[VALENTINE]: "Oh... not Jimmy Wilson... not again! Man, Kingsley - haven't
I beaten this guy enough already? I mean, I've already taken his title, his
credibility, I ruined his reputation as any kind of respected athlete.
Hasn't he had enough of MJV for one lifetime?"

[Sweete shrugs.]

[SWEETE]: "Apparently not, M-J..."

[VALENTINE]: "Dog-collar match? Carl Blair barred from ringside? What the
hell?!"

[Again, another shrug of his tiny shoulders.]

[VALENTINE]: "Who's in charge of these stipulations, Kingsley? Dog-collar
match?!"

[SWEETE]: "Basically, you wear a dog-collar, M-J. You and Wilson will be
linked by a length of steel chain, and-"

[VALENTINE]: "I know what a dog-collar match is, you moron. I just want to
know why I've got to compete in this, this travesty of a contest. I mean...
me? The undisputed master of mat wrestling? Forced to take his finely-honed
technical skills into such a... well, sucky match?"

[SWEETE]: "I guess that's the way it's going to be, M-J. Sorry."

[Valentine purses his lips, clearly not too impressed by the prospect of
the match. After a moment of silent thought, he takes the line-up sheet and
crushes in his fist, into a ball, and tosses it to one side without a care
as to where it lands.]

[VALENTINE]: "Oh well."

[He sighs.]

[VALENTINE]: "I guess there's a lot of ground between now and then, huh? A
long time before that one rolls around. And it is only Jimmy Wilson, after
all. It's not like that loser stands a chance of beating me, the greatest
MJV Champion of all time, is it...?"

[SWEETE]: "I guess not, M-J."

[VALENTINE]: "So what am I complaining about? It is _Christmas_, after
all!"

[SWEETE]: "It sure is, M-J."

[Valentine heads back out into the hall, and snages his thick, leather
jacket off a coat-hook...]

[VALENTINE]: "So come on, then, Kingsley. Let's go and grab a drink, down
at the bar."

[SWEETE]: "Sure. A Christmas drink. To celebrate our outstanding success
over the past year."

[VALENTINE]: "No, no, no... to celebrate _my_ outstanding success over the
past year. We'll celebrate your... err... well, don't worry. We'll think of
something."

[And, with that, he opens the door, and ushers his agent out into the
street, following quickly behind him. As the two men head off, the screen
fades away, to black...]
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'X-TREME' BRYAN MEREDITH
************************************
TO: The 'Brass Knux' Division and the undercard nobody Shane Jackson
FROM: The 'X-Treme' Bryan Meredith

<<The camera shows a view from a high rise window in New York. Across the
cityscape you can see many tall skyscrapers. It is a winters day, the sky
is overcast and looks as if it is about to rain. The camera pans back from
the window and we see that the window is that of a hotel room. The room is
well furnished, probably a penthouse, with lots of expensive, well
polished, wooden furniture. The upholstery looks very plush and also very
expensive. The camera moves around until we see two people seated on the
bed. The first looks very accustomed to this kind of atmosphere. He is an
older man, probably 60-65, he is also pretty tall 6'1. He is well dressed
in a cream suit with a white shirt. He has a well groomed full facial beard
which joins to his side parted hair with sideburns. The older man holds a
lit Cuban cigar in-between his ring clad fingers. This man is James Wire,
Bryan Meredith's trainer and promoter. The second man is 'X-Treme' Bryan
Meredith. Meredith is even taller than Wire he is 6'6, he is also well
built, about 300 lbs. Meredith is wearing dark brown combat trousers. The
trousers are pretty baggy and have a skating chain dangling about them, on
his upper body he is wearing a checked shirt undone with a white vest
beneath it. His long brown hair is tied back in a pony tail and his goatee
beard is well trimmed as is are his pencil thin sideburns that join to his
beard. Meredith does not fit in with his surroundings but is obviously
enjoying it all the same. Meredith is exremely laid back normally but he is
a little tense due to the announcement that he has to fight on 'Global
Invasion'. The two man are sat discussing the said fight. Meredith's debut
with Shane Jackson....>>

[MEREDITH]: "Its not that I don't want to fight in GPW James, its just I
don't want to fight an undercard nobody. I want to make my first fight an
explosive, memorable one and it just ain't going to happen with me fighting
this nobody Shane Jackon."

<<Wire exhales, he has obviously had this disscussion with Meredith many
times.>>

[WIRE]: "Look son, I know you want to show your talents off in a big fight.
I know you want to make it an exciting fight. You want to make people stand
up and say ' like that guy'. The only way your gooing to get that my boy is
by biding your time and just taking on this nobody."

[MEREDITH]: "Well yeah but what if the unspeakable happens and I have a bad
day and he just happens_to_beat_me?"

<<Wire shakes his head. Takes on his cigar, ponders what to say, exhales a
plume of rich cigar smke and then replies....>>

[WIRE]: "I have told you this a hundred times and it looks like I am going
to have to tell you this again. I know you have the talents and expertise
to take this no good little punk and smack his little ass all over that
ring. You and I both know that you can do this. Its not hard. You want to
compete in the 'Brass Knux' division and your worried about this loser? You
want to fight Zack Sharp and T'Chamunga and your worried about this
undercard nobody?!"

[MEREDITH]: "I'm not going to lose James and I am not worried about this
nobody. I know I have the talents to destroy him. Its just I don't want to
make any mistakes."

[WIRE]: "Your not going to make any mistakes if you remeber what I have
taught you. I can't belive this is the same kid I found in 'Mick's Gym' who
smashed kids heads in with fire extinguisers."

[MEREDITH]: "This is still the same kid, but remember this wont be a 'Brass
Knux' rules match. Thats what I can't wait for, a chance to show everyone
what I can do when it comes to an 'tough man' match. I can destroy
everything in my path."

[WIRE]: "Thats what I have been saying, all you have to do is wait and then
you'll get your chance to prove yourself in the league you want."

[MEREDITH]: "I get a chance to take it to the 'Brass Knux' division. I get
a chance to get T'Chamunga and Zack Sharp and show them what Extreme really
is."

[WIRE]: "Exactly, all you have to do is make an example of this loser on
'Global Invasion'."

[MEREDITH]: "Thats exactly what I am going to do, just take him and show
him what pain really is."

[WIRE]: "Don't get to hard-core on his ass, you don't want to get
disqualified do you?"

[MEREDITH]: "No I don't, all I have to do is keep in mind what you taught
me."

[WIRE]: "Correct, now Bryan if you don't mind I am going down to the bar,
would you like to join me?"

[MEREDITH]: "Its ok man, I think I'm gonna go see if I can find some hot
chicks to spend the night with."

<<Wire shakes his head and smiles, he can see that he has returned Meredith
back to his old self. He then gets up and walks out of shot. Meredith gets
up and the camera follows him to the bathroom. Meredith shuts the door and
you hear him run a bath as the screen fades to black. >>
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**************************
'THE NATURAL' ADAM ROGERS
**************************

To: Furious Steele, Chris Page
From: Adam Rogers

<<The camera opens with a view from the passenger's seat of a vehicle.
Judging from what we see on the hood, we're riding in a red Lexus. The
scenery around us is moving by quite quickly, leading us to believe that we

are riding down a highway or interstate. There is very little in the
surrounding area, other than trees lining the sides of the road, a few
billboards appearing periodically, and the occasional other vehicle either
passing or being passed by the vehicle the camera is in.>>

<<The camera pans around to the left to take a look at the driver of this
car, and finds "The Natural" Adam Rogers sitting behind the wheel. He
seems
hypnotized by the endless road, staring out into the horizon. He is
dressed
simple as always, wearing a gray t-shirt and gray shorts. His focus on the

road seems to be overtaken by his focus on something else, something that
he
is sure to tell us about.>>

[ROGERS]: "Welcome to the life of a pro wrestler. Week in and week out,
this is what most of us do for the better part of our lives. Driving from
one event to another, spending hours on the road. Granted, not _all_ of us

have to do this, but most do. Now Eugene, right now he's on his way to
flying first-class, but that's part of the perks of being the World
Heavyweight Champion."

<<Adam abruptly stops talking, as if he said something he didn't mean to.
But since he's already mentioned Eugene, he knows the questions will be
flowing in the viewers' minds. Adam pauses, taking in a short but deep
breath, then continues.>>

[ROGERS]: "Yeah, Eugene. I guess now the relationship between myself and
the Champ is pretty solidified. It's true, we _have_ formed an alliance of

sorts, more out of necessity than design. What started as mutual respect
for each other and this sport has turned into one of the most dangerous
alliances GPW will ever know. Of course, I imagine Steele and Page would
consider _themselves_ the true dangerous ones."

<<Adam tightly purses his lips together, still appearing to be in thought,
trying to figure exactly what to say about his new-found enemies. As the
scenery around us begins to move by at a slower pace, Adam now addresses
Steele and Page.>>

[ROGERS]: "You know, Chris Page, it wasn't too long ago that you told the
world you had nothing but respect for Adam Rogers. So tell me, Chris, is
that how you treat all the people you respect? Obviously your respect for
me didn't last all that long, but I can guarantee you one thing...next time

we meet, you'll truly learn the meaning of respect, and I'll be the one to
teach it to you. People are alreadt wondering who's going to be 'The
Naturals' partner at Future Fight? I can tell you this, Page...you'll wish

it was someone else. But that's too long in the future to worry about now.

I've got more 'furious' things to deal with."

<<Once again, Adam pauses, this time letting out a long sigh. Slowly
shaking his head from side to side, he continues.>>

[ROGERS]: "No, Furious Steele is the one on my mind now. Steele, do you
want to know why I broke the count when you had Eugene pinned? I'll be
happy to tell you. Simply put, you don't _deserve_ to be World Champion.
What have you done to earn anything in GPW? You show up, you bash Eugene
in
the head with a chair, you claim to be the one who lowered the cage, and
you're instantly a top contender. True, you won the King of Tennessee
battle royal and the right to face Eugene, but being a champion is much
more
than that, as Eugene showed you. Steele, you haven't _earned_ it, you
don't
_deserve_ it, and you aren't _worthy_ of it."

<<Without warning, the car suddenly slows to a stop on the side of the
road.
Other vehicles fly past, while Adam turns his body to face the camera
dead-on. His blue eyes are now glowing with intensity and determination,
the same things that helped get him to this level.>>

[ROGERS]: "Steele, do you think I'm afraid of you? Do you think all your
bad-boy antics intimidate me? Sorry to disappoint you, but they don't.
All
that says to me is, you _know_ you can't survive on your ability alone.
You
see, you _have_ to resort to illegal tactics to get by in this sport. And
that, Steele, is certainly not the makings of a champion. No...those are
the makings of a coward. Someone needs to give you a serious reality
check,
and lucky me...I get to be the one to do that next weekend. See, Steele,
you _don't_ intimidate me, just like you didn't intimidate Eugene. I see
right through the facade you put on. And on Meltdown, I'm going to expose
to _real_ Furious Steele, the one who really can't hold his own without a
steel chair in his possession. When you stormed into GPW a few weeks back
and smacked Eugene and me with that chair, you started something you can't
finish, and soon enough, Steele...you'll wish you hadn't started it at all.

Adam Rogers means business, and Steele...my business is putting you in your

place. You may think you're good, Steele, but with Adam Rogers...good
enough, never is."

<<After those words come out of his mouth, Adam stares into the camera
briefly, then finally turns back toward the wheel, pops the car into gear,
and pulls back onto the road. The car is continuing to accelerate and
blend
in with the traffic as the camera fades to black.>>
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**********************
ANDREW BAILEY
**********************

TO: Flic Rogers

FROM: Andrew Bailey

"Publicity is the Key"

------------------------------------

[Fade up.]

[The scene fades up slowly. The screen, which started at black, slowly
lets light into the picture just as everyone does with their eyes in the
morning, as they wake up. We can hear a small conversation in the
background but it is all one sided. Either that, or the person is on the
phone. As the picture fades up more, we see the whole picture. Andrew
Bailey, Global Pro Wrestling's newest recruit, is sitting in front of us
with a manilla phone held up to his ear.]

[Andrew]: [pleading] Trust me, I don't need your help.

[Pause as the other person on the line speaks.]

[Andrew]: [still pleading] You have got to be kidding me.

[Pause.]

[Andrew]: Yes, I am happy you helped me but...

[Pause.]

[Andrew]: [close to giving up] I don't need an agent.

[Pause.]

[Andrew]: [sarcastically] Sorry, I meant, I don't need a Manager of
Publicity.

[Pause.]

[Andrew]: What do you mean 'he is on his way'?

[Pause.]

[Andrew]: Excuse me? You've already hired the guy?

[Pause.]

[Andrew]: You know what Brother, your lucky I am such a nice guy.

[Pause.]

[Andrew]: Have fun in the cold. G'bye.

[Bailey, dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt glares at the
camera.]

[Andrew]: I hate it when he does that...

15 Minutes Later

[Fade up again.]

**Ding-Dong**

[And with that sound, we are back in Andrew Bailey's apartment. The
white walls and gray carpet create a vacuum of white that keeps evil and
black at bay. That was a metaphor people, he really doesn't have a
vacuum of darkness in his apartment. Sun shines through the windows as
the casually dressed Andrew Bailey walks towards the door slowly and as
if opening the door is something he is dreading to do. Maybe he is
dreading it.]

**Ding-Dong**

[Andrew]: Hold your horses...

**Ding-Dong**

[Andrew reaches forward and opens the door quickly and a little
violently. In front of Andrew now stands a man in his mid forties. The
guy is a bit overweight and sweating slightly from the Californian sun.
This guy has fading brown hair that has been combed over to try and
cover up a bald spot that sticks out like a sore thumb. This man is
dressed in a pair of khaki dress pants and a rather colorful and yet
dressy Golf shirt that accents is gut a bit.]

[Man]: Andrew Bailey I presume...

[Andrew]: Your presumed right. And, [pausing] Who are you?

[Man]: Leonard Stevens, your new Manager of Publicity.

[Andrew]: Manager of what?

[Leonard Stevens]: Publicity. I am going to mold your public image and
manage all your publicity dates.

[Bailey looks long and hard at Leonard Stevens. A cynical look in his
eyes overshadows the whole situation but Andrew remains polite.]

[Andrew]: My brother hired you, right?

[Leonard]: Yes Sir, T--

[Andrew]: Alright. I didn't think I needed an agent but--

[Leonard]: I am not an agent, I am a Manager of Publicity.

[Andrew]: [a bit confused] Don't you do the same things as a Age--

[Leonard]: [angry and loud] I am not an agent, all right.

[Andrew]: Deal. Whatever you say Mr. Stevens.

[Leonard]: It's Leonard or Leo. Don't be so formal.

[Stevens punches Andrew's shoulder.]

[Leonard]: I am here to help you big guy.

[Andrew]: With what?

[Strange pause in the conversation.]

[Leonard]: May I come in?

[Andrew]: Sure...

[Bailey holds open the door as Leo Stevens walks in. Behind Stevens, he
shuts the door.]

[Leonard]: Well, first, we need to do something about your look. You
look sappy.

[Bailey's sappy smile disappears as a scowl takes over.]

[Leonard]: How great... I got a stupid one.

[Andrew]: What?

[Leonard]: We have alot of work to do...

[Fade to black.]

To Be Continued...
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====
****************************************
"YOUR TRUE LIFE FANTASY" CARL BLAIR
****************************************

TO: Matt Foxx, Lance Love, Bubba Wilson, James Wilson
FROM: The great wrestler alive..."YTLF" Carl Blair

<<SCENE: We're seated at a diner, right next to the window. Outside it's
slow, not much going on. A few car drive by and by the looks of it, it's
morning time. On the inside the place is booming. Waiters are flying back
and
fourth with trays and food to people.

The camera slowly zooms out to reveal "Your True Life Fantasy" Carl Blair
sitting back relaxed. Carl has on a "YTLF" hat that's turned backwards. His

sweater has the label "Gold's Gym" on it, and you can't tell what he's
wearing below the waist because of the table. Carl sits back lighting up a
cigarette.>>

[BLAIR]: "I try not to smoke, well actually I gave it up a few monthes ago.

Sometimes things just get to me."

<<Carl ashes the cigarette and takes a deep breath finally exhaling.>>

[BLAIR]: "These things just get inside me, they bring the hate out, cause
me
the lose my cool, among other things."

<<He pauses exhaling again.>>

[BLAIR]: "Matt Foxx, Bubba Wilson, James Wilson you are these things..."

<<Violently he puts his cigarette out, his face cringes up.>>

[BLAIR]: "I can't take this anymore. If you three ever stick your nose in
EGO's business again, ohh boy you'll be wishing you hadn't.

"Matt Foxx, we already have a date, January 2, 2000 marks it.
For
all those times you've entered the ring and disturbed me and my collegues,
for all those times you've stuck your nose in my busines, and for all those

times you messed with Team Ego, retribution will occur."

"Lance Love, your just the unlucky schmuck to have landed
himself
in a match with Carl Blair. You're in a battle you can't win, so do us all
a
favor and don't even waste your time showing up."

<<A woman in her early twenties walks up. She's dressed in the usual
waitress
outfit.>>

[WAITRESS]: "Sir what'll you be drinking this morning?"

<<Carl turns his attention to the waitress.>>

[BLAIR]: "Hold on a sec.."

<<Carl looks over at the camera, his eyes look straight through the
lenses.>>

[BLAIR]: "...And remember for some peoples fantasies to come to life, they
must dream, but for the two of you. You just have to open your eyes..."

<<The camera begins to fade out with Carl turning his attention back over
to
the young waitress.>>

David $Mith

unread,

Dec 24, 1999, 3:00:00 AM12/24/99

****************************************************************************
****
GLOBAL PRO-WRESTLING PROUDLY PRESENTS:
SHOCKWAVE
THE BI-WEEKLY PROGRAM FEATURING VIGNETTES AND INTERVIEWS FROM THE TALENT OF
GPW

12/23/99
****************************************************************************
****
ON THIS EDITION:

1] Cameron Kidd
2] VIP
3] Anarchy
4] Nicholas Richards
5] Mad Valentine-GPW American Heavyweight Champion
6] The Zinmaster
7] Czar
8] Chris Quiller
9] Bryan Meredith
10]Zack Sharp-GPW Brass Knux Champion

11]Dagger Lorath-1/2 GPW World Tag-Team Champion

12]Lance Love
13]Drew Archer
14]The Zinmaster
15]Lance Love

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====
**************
CAMERON KIDD
**************
TO: GPW
FROM: Cameron Kidd

[The scene fades in where we see a man of average height and weight (for a
wrestler)
sitting down at a bench, lacing up his boots. Wearing a pair of black
shorts and no shirt,
the blonde man looks up at the camera and grins.]

Man: "Hi there. I've been told I have to introduce myself, so here it is.
My name is Cameron
Kidd. 26 years old and born in Riverside, California, home to Barry Bonds.
I've been
kicking around a few leagues before coming to Global Pro Wrestling, and I'm

here to make
a name for myself. I'm here to show everybody that I have what it takes to
compete in
the ring."

[His smile broadens.]

Cameron Kidd: "I will take on anybody at any time. Just sign your name on
the dotted line
and I'm there to show you what I can do. You make one little mistake, and
it's Nighty Night
for you."

[With that he goes back to lacing up his boots as we fade to black.]
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====
**********
VIP
**********

To: Justice 2K
From: VIP and Carl Stevenson

<<the camera opens on VIP and Carl Stevenson, walking in what looks like a
park that has a Christmas light display on. It seems to be late at night,
as
the sky is completely black, and there are no other people in sight. There
is a light snowfall as well, as a blanket of snow is laying over
everything.
“Outstanding” William Intrigue is standing on the right of the screen, in a
Kansas City Royals coat, and a pair of jeans. “Superior” Steve Steller is
standing on the left, in a black leather coat and jeans. Carl Stevenson is
in the middle of the screen, in a long, dark gray coat, and dark gray dress
pants. Behind them is a Christmas light display, with multi-colored lights
all laid out in a tree, and beside that is some lights made up to look like
the face of Santa. No other displays can been seen due to the tight camera
shot, but reflections of lights on either side indicate that there are
more.
Some Christmas songs are playing in the background as well>>

[CARL]: Well, I guess we threw all of our doubters into silence. <<William
and Steve both smile and nod with that comment>> I know what everyone
thought about us after hearing are first few comments. It’s the same deal
as
everywhere else VIP have wrestled. I tell everyone that VIP are the
greatest
tag team of all time. I tell everyone that no one in the current tag team
roster can defeat VIP. I tell everyone that it’s only a matter of time
before VIP land on top of the tag team division. <<pauses>> Every single
time I say that, the same thing happens. Everyone laughs, everyone passes
us
off as just another tag team with a big ego, and think that’s the end of
it.
Well before long, everyone stops laughing and realized that everyone I told
them was one hundred percent fact, and VIP have just prove that to everyone
in Global Professional Wrestling.

[WILLIAM]: Star Spangled Justice? The Rough Riders? Who in the hell were
those guys? Is that really two of the top teams in this company? Steve and
myself didn’t expect much from a tag team scene as weak as the one around
here, but we didn’t expect anything as pathetic as what we found with Star
Spangled and The Riders. I just hope all the other tag teams took note of
just what happened to those four men, because sooner or later everyone is
going to wrestle VIP. And the result of their matches with us are going to
be identical to are matches with Star Spangled Justice, and The Rough
Riders.

[CARL]: Well the main office at office sure too notice, because they have
given the fans of Global Pro Wrestling the greatest Christmas gift of all.
It just put me, <<glances back at all the lights behind him for a second>>
in the festive spirit.

[WILLIAM]: <<speaks in a voice that intentional sounds rehearsed>> Why….
what could that be… Carl?

[CARL]: A Global Professional Wrestling, American Tag Team Championship
match against Justice 2K on January the second, at the big Millenium
Meltdown show. Just why is that a gift to the all the fans, you ask? Well
for two, <<holds up two fingers for a moment on his right hand>> reasons.
The first and most obvious reason, is because the fans love us. We’re
heroes
and role-models that they can all look up at and idolize. Secondly, my
superior intelligence compared to any other manager in the company, and
VIP’
s superior wrestling talent as compared to any other tag team in the
company, just make that an obvious reason for the fans to want us to win
those belts.

[WILLIAM]: Whoa there, buddy. That isn’t exactly a big accomplishment. I
mean, just saying we are better than the other tag teams around here,
doesn’
t really do us justice. We are fantastic tag team wrestler’s, meanwhile a
couple of blind cripples could probably defeat the rest of the tag roster
around here. <<Carl nods in agreement>> You also said you’re the smartest
manager around here? Big deal, what are you comparing yourself too? Khan
Troll?

[CARL]: <<laughing a little with William’s comment>> Well, while that may
be
true, I think I got my point across. It’ll be a late Christmas present, but
it’ll be worth it fans. To finally have a tag team champion they can be
proud of, is the greatest gift of all. We all know they have been patient
enough in waiting for one, having to endure champions like Law and
Disorder,
and Justice 2K.

[WILLIAM]: Justice 2K are probably really proud of themselves right now,
after defeating Star Spangled Justice, and to that I have one thing to say.
<<pauses>> Big deal, join the club. We beat them as well, and to be honest,
I think we softened them up for you to get your victory. <<smiles>> I might
also add that we had a much more dominate victory they your title defense
against them. <<looks at Steve>> You going to say anything?

[STEVE]: You two seem to be saying enough as it is.

[CARL]: <<shrugs to that comment>> Anyway, Justice 2K, Shawn, Jesse, I’m
sure you’ve had the time of your lives with those belts, but all good
things
must come to an end and we all know who really should hold the tag titles,
the most talented tag team in the federation. <<smiles and motions to Steve
and William>> After watching VIP in action in just there first two matches,
I am sure everyone knows just who the real talent around here is. Marry
Christmas, Shawn and Jesse, see you at Millenium Meltdown…. and don’t
forget
are titles.

<<VIP and Carl just slowly walk off to the right as snow crunches under
their feet and the camera fades to black as it focuses on the Santa light
display>
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***********
ANARCHY
***********

TO: Justice 2K, Rune, Dagger,
FROM: Anarchy

<<Scene opens in a broken, beaten old gym. There is a small light in
the middle of the ring where Anarchy is sitting in his wrestling
attire. He glistens with sweat where the light hits him. His face is
barely able to be made out since it is covered by shadow. As the camera
zooms in he begins to speak with a dark raspy voice...>>

[ANARCHY]: "Well, it appears that the higher ups have scheduled us for a
match against Justice 2k for the American Tag Team titles. Good, good,
not that I care about the titles they will just be a sweet bonus when we
enter the ring and teach Justice 2k a lesson in wrestling, and justice.
Sean "Justice Poser" Willey, you ask me if I know what I've awakened?
You shall question what you have awakened. You see, since you're little
disturbance when we lost our titles I have gone and reviewed myself. I
had taken too much time off from the sport, become soft from my pampered
life as a professional actor. Wining the title's on our entrance to
this league did not help. But it was Justice carrying this team, he was
the reason we were champions. I had quite wrestling for myself and for
the fans. But not now, not anymore. It is now time for me to step up
and pull my weight in this team. As you can see I have entered my crude
training that made me the champion and gave me the heart as a wrestler
when I began. Anarchy has returned. Anarchy, chaos, vengeance, all in
one is what shall strike you on January 16th. Anarchy is revenge and my
vengeance is sharp, dark, and fierce. You see, I did not need to
interfere in your little match. Oh no, I have something much worse in
store for you. January 16th Justice 2k, your crimes shall be brought to
Justice, but it will be a chaotic justice that strikes you."

<<Anarchy stands up and now stands in the corner of the ring
stretching...all that is visible is a slight part of his face.>>

[ANARCHY]: "Now, this is something I have not tackled in a long time.
The singles division. This is where i started my career. And now I
return to single wrestling against two worthy opponents. You understand
Dagger, I care NOT about your titles. Those titles are nothing. The
real skill of a wrestler is shown in his performance, not what gold he
wears. And as for going up against the best? HA, Dagger, you are far
off, I have faced the best in singles wrestling, and now that man is my
partner. You shall feel the power for chaos. I know what chaos is, I
have dwelled in the darkness for a long time. You know nothing of my
past or you shall know why I dwell in darkness and chaos. That is my
power and where I draw my strength. I have seen you and you are good,
but you shall fail when you go in against me with your attitude. Your
title has made you cocky, and that cockiness will be your demise. Rune,
I little to say to you. As I stated before I have a respect for you
because you gave me a challenge in our last meeting, and you and Rapier
beat Justice and I. But now it shall prove interesting because we are
in a different environment. I shall see you on the 30th. Now I must
leave, the time is drawing near and I have much to accomplish in that
amount of time."

<<Scene fades to black as Anarchy's opponent steps into the ring.>>

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====
***************
NICHOLAS RICHARD
***************

TO: Ramon Lopez

FROM: The Army of One

[RICHARD] Lopez, boy, I like you, so I won't end your career next time I
see
you.
I mean, I would hate to force the GPW brass to have to find some more comic
relief....
<The smile dissapears and a look of intensity that promises much violence
takes its
place>
As for your threats. Do what you feel you haev to do, Lopez, but if you
start a war,
I will finish it, gauranteed. I have nothing personal against you yet,
Lopez, and for
your sake, you had better hope anything doesn't develop. I am the Army of
One,
but more importantly, I am your better. So before you start quoting fates
and blaming
gods of Wrestling who have long abondoned you, remember that you lost
because
you are a poor wrestler. Plain and simple. Painful truth, isnt it? But
thats why I am hear,
because a few others have need of me to point that out to them, and thats
what I intend
to do. And if you interfere......Hell hath no Fury like the Army of One.

<The camera abruptly cuts off.>
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**********************************************************
'SMOKING BARREL' MAD VALENTINE
**********************************************************

TO: ... that Adonis guy... pretty much all of you GPW goons...

FROM: ... the 'MJV Champion', the 'Smoking Barrel'... Mad Valentine!!

"The 'Smoking Barrel' Christmas Special..."

[The scene opens outside the Valentine family home, somewhere in Palo Alto,
California. It's pretty cold, but pleasant nonetheless, as the figure of
the 'Smoking Barrel' slips out of his stylish, sleek black BMW and, taking
a quick glance around the neighbourhood he used to call 'home', allows a
small smile to creep across his clean-shaven face. Valentine, dressed in an
expensive, black suit over a salmon-pink shirt-and-tie set, flicks up the
collar of his leather jacket against the cold, and reaches into the trunk.]

[Hold-all in hand, Mad smoothes over his well-kept black hair, and walks
slowly up the garden path, to the doorstep of a huge, white house, a silver
'96 Lexus parked in the drive. The windows blink with cheerful Christmas
lights, and MJV cannot help but smile as he raps his knuckles on the door.]

[After a few moments, the door is opened, to reveal the figure of Mad's own
mother, Roe, waiting inside. Her face lights up as she catches sight of her
eldest son, and throws her arms around his neck. Her honey-blond hair is
cut short, dressed in a thick, rust-coloured roll-neck sweater; she's still
pretty attractive for a mother-of-three, approaching fifty.]

[ROE]: "Mad!"

[VALENTINE]: "You were expecting someone else, Ma?"

[She steps back, looks her son over with a gleam in her eyes.]

[ROE]: "Look at you - who'd ever have thought you'd grow into such a
handsom-"

[VALENTINE]: "Alright, Ma - enough of that. Are you gonna invite me in?"

[ROE]: "Of course."

[She steps aside, allows him in. The hall is huge, splendidly decorated in
white marble, mostly. A grand staircase spirals up to the first floor, a
huge, twinkling Christmas tree stands majestically in the corner, and
red-and-gold tinsel hangs in arches from the ceiling.]

[ROE]: "Did you have a good journey?"

[VALENTINE]: "Ma, it's about an hour's drive. It's not exactly crossing the
Sahara."

[ROE]: "Sorry, sorry. It's just that you're so busy, normally. We don't get
to see you as often as we'd like, you know."

[From the kitchen, another person enters. Dressed in tatty, paint-spattered
black jeans and an old, red checked shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the
elbows, the man, who looks to be about fifty, is a spitting image of the
'Smoking Barrel'. With the same, angular face, his own, crop of dark hair
silvering at the tips, he wipes his hands on a towel as he steps into the
light.]

[JEROME]: "Looks like we're gonna need a new dishwasher, honey."

[The man, Jerome Valentine, Mad's father, catches sight of his son, and
smiles.]

[VALENTINE]: "Hey there, Pop."

[JEROME]: "How's it going, son?"

[The two men exchange firm handshakes, allow themselves a small chuckle.]

[VALENTINE]: "Isn't this the perfect 'festive family' scene?"

[Roe smiles, slaps him playfully on the shoulder.]

[ROE]: "Always the wise guy. Go and sit down with your father - I'll get us
all something to drink."

[VALENTINE]: "Whatever you say, Ma."

[Leaving his hold-all at the bottom of the stairs, the 'Smoking Barrel'
shrugs off his leather jacket, hangs it by the door. As his mother heads
off into the kitchen, he and his dad wander off into the equally plush
living room. Leather sofa, wide-screen TV, a second, smaller Christmas tree
- all in all, a very grand place to kick back and relax in.]

[JEROME]: "Have a seat."

[VALENTINE]: "Don't mind if I do, Pop. Heard from Mac recently?"

[JEROME]: "Last time he called was Saturday. He's still in Germany, on that
big European tour."

[VALENTINE]: "So. when's he getting back?"

[JEROME]: "He said he should be home for New Year's. Some time next week."

[VALENTINE]: "Oh. That's a shame - would've liked to have caught up with
little brother, gloat about my success in the big leagues, y'know?"

[JEROME]: "Ah. don't underestimate him too much, son. He'll be up there
with you sooner than you think. Apparently, he's getting rave reviews over
there. They love him."

[VALENTINE]: "Well, good for Mac."

[He leans back in the reclining arm-chair, steeples his fingers in his lap.
From the hall, another person enters, smaller this time. The boy looks
about fourteen years old, his black hair bleached almost-white, dressed in
baggy, carpenter-style jeans and a black, GPW T-shirt, a picture of world
champ Eugene Robinson large and in colour on the front. MJV seems less than
impressed, motioning to the shirt as he addresses his father.]

[VALENTINE]: "You bought him this?"

[JEROME]: "S'what he wanted."

[CONNOR]: [with a big, mischievous smile on his face] "Yeah. and he beat
you, Mad."

[VALENTINE]: [with a smirk] "Why you little. if it weren't the season of
good-will to all men, I'd come over there, slap the Madmission on your
cocky little ass, and end your career just like I'm sure to end that smug
goof Robinson's when I get hold of him."

[CONNOR]: "No way, M-J. 'Sparks' is da _man_!"

[VALENTINE]: "I don't believe this. Eugene Robinson fans. My own family. I
feel so... betrayed. Not to mention _embarrassed._"

[Connor Valentine, the youngest of the three brothers, laughs.]

[VALENTINE]: "You know something, Connor? Seeing you in those rags, I've
got a good mind to keep hold of your Christmas present."

[CONNOR]: "Yeah, Mad, sure you have. I know exactly where it is - in your
hold-all. On the stairs."

[Madison throws up his hands in mock defeat...]

[VALENTINE]: "I can't win. He's just too good."

[CONNOR]: "I'll go fetch it."

[JEROME]: "But it's not even Christmas!"

[VALENTINE]: "Go on, Pop. It's not his _real_ present... just a bit of a
surprise."

[Jerome goes to give Connor the 'go-ahead', but it's too late. He's already
gone, out into the hall, rummaging through his older brother's canvas
hold-all...]

[VALENTINE]: "You couldn't get him a 'Smoking Barrel' T-shirt?"

[JEROME]: "Well, Mad, we looked - but there weren't any."

[VALENTINE]: "What?! No MJV T-shirts?! I've got a feeling I'm going to have
to have a word with that feckless manager of mine..."

[Suddenly, the sound of Connor's adolescent tones comes echoing from the
hall...]

[CONNOR]: "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages...
from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 139 pounds... the one, true
'Smoking Barrel', the GPW American Champion... _Connor Valentine!!_"

[With that, he steps back into the living room, arms aloft, his brother's
so-called 'MJV Championship' belt dangling from his grasp. Madison and his
father seem mildly amused as Connor poses at the door, grinning at his own,
little skit...]

[CONNOR]: "What do you think, Mad? Possible future tag-team partner?"

[VALENTINE]: "Hey, you never know, squirt. Even a runt like you could
probably hold his own with some of these talentless morons they've got on
the roster..."

[Connor laughs again, draping the gold-plated title belt across his
shoulder.]

[VALENTINE]: "You realise how many guys wish they could trade places with
you right now, Connor? Jimmy Wilson? 'Scary Man'? Those two other goofs who
I smacked about last week?"

[CONNOR]: "Don't forget Johnny Adonis, Mad. He was just on TV, like,
half-an-hour ago, putting the bad-mouth on you and your buddy Blair..."

[VALENTINE]: "He was? What has he come up with this time?"

[CONNOR]: "Well... I caught most of it. Basically, he was just saying that
Team Ego was a big Adonis rip-off, that you all wanted to be like him. At
least, that's what I think he said..."

[Again, Connor seems to have raised quite a smile from the 'Smoking
Barrel'...]

[VALENTINE]: "Me? I want to be like him?"

[CONNOR]: "Yup. That's what he said."

[VALENTINE]: "Well, gee whizz. I want to be like Johnny Adonis. Now, if
that isn't the oldest trick in the 'big, big book of crappy heel
psychology', I don't know what is."

[MJV's little brother laughs again, as the champ clunks into 'sarcasm
mode'...]

[VALENTINE]: "And yet... it's so unlike Mr. Adonis to be so unoriginal. I
mean - you want to talk about innovation, then you look straight to Johnny,
with his never-before-seen 'playboy' gimmick..."

[CONNOR]: "Don't you mean the _Crimson Playboy_, Mad?"

[This time, it's the 'Smoking Barrel's turn to laugh.]

[VALENTINE]: "Yeah. Good one, Connor. Quite the little comedian, aren't
you? Mind you - you learned from the best, I guess..."

[Enter Roe, carrying a tray of steaming cups of hot chocolate. The
centrepiece? A huge, white-iced, home-made Christmas cake. Setting it down
on the table, she sits herself down next to her husband.]

[ROE]: "Here we are. You want some, Connor?"

[CONNOR]: "Err... no. I'll just go and lick the gunk from behind the
refrigerator instead..."

[ROE]: "Eww... Connor!"

[With a smirk reminiscent of his brother's trademark, Connor, too, parks
himself on the leather sofa, and picks up a cup of chocolate from the tray.
Mug in hand, the Valentine father rises up out of his chair slightly.]

[JEROME]: "Merry Christmas, everyone!"

[He holds at his glass, and, after a bit of coaxing, they all chink their
mugs together.]

[ALL]: "Merry Christmas!!"

[The screen begins to dim, but the familiar voice of the 'Smoking Barrel'
can be distinctly heard before the picture disappears completely...]

[VALENTINE]: "Man - this is just _too_ damn corny..."

[Fade out.]
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THE ZINMASTER
***************
To:Zack Sharp and T'Chamunga

[the scene open's up at a local house show in New York...the camera
fades into the back as The Zinmaster is seen walking the back hall way
headed toward the ring entrance...he is seen wearing his "Welcome To The
ZinZone" t-shirt and his cutt-off short's..."Black" begin's to play over
the
P.A. and the New York crowd begin's to stand and cheer as The Zinmaster
step's out from behind the curtain..as he step's out the crowd get's louder

and louder...The Zinmaster makes his way down the ramp tagging the fan's
hand's and as he get's to the ring he stop's and look's around to see all
the fan's....he lift's his arm's and the crowd goes nut's...The Zinmaster
roll's into the ring and grab's the mic...

[The Zinmaster]....WHAT'S UP NEW YORK?????????????

[the crowd gives a huge pop....]

[The Zinmaster]....MAKE SOME NOISE IN THIS MOTHER.......

[the crowd is standing and screaming]

[The Zinmaster]...Well,Well,Well.....It seem's that the GPW is booking me
in
a 1-on-1 match with Zack Sharp...

[the crowd boo's at mention of Sharp's name]

[The Zinmaster].....Oh and get this...It is a NON-TITLE match....

[the crowd boo's even harder the before]

[The Zinmaster]...But I aint mad....I am going to tell you what I am goig
to
do....I am going to KICK SHARP'S ASS....1..2..3.. Sharp you will find out
why they call me The Zinmaster...

[the crowd of over 19,000 is now cheering The Zinmaster on as he raves
Sharp]

[The Zinmaster].....Now after I beat Sharp in the NON-TITLE match on the
30th there is a PPV...And yall know what I am talkin' about

[the crowd chant's for The Zinmaster]

[The Zinmaster]...I am talkin' about a 15ft. high steel cage...with a top
on
it...I guarantee that the top of the damn cge will come of as The Zinmaster

will fly into the ZinZone on Sharp or Chumbawumba 1..2..3.. that damn Brass

Knux Title is coming with The Zinmaster....

[the crowd gives a huge pop]

[The Zinmaster]...But there is more I aint done....When we step into the
cage that is my domain cause let's face it Sharp and Chumbawumba YOU BOTH
SUCK!!!!!!.....and when it comes right down to it...You both won't have to
worry about the Y2K...you both should be worried about the Z2K...and that's

The Zinmaster kicking some-body's ass...and come the PPV Sharp and
T'Chamunga both of your ass will be kicked..cause you see we will be
working
on a give and take relationship...I am going to give yall the ass kicking
and yall are damn sure going to take it.....Now HIT MY MUSIC.....

["Black" begin's to play as The Zinmaster drop's the mic. as the New York
crowd gives him a huge pop...He roll's out of the ring and begin's to exit
up the ramp....tagging the hands of all the fan's..as he walks out on top
of
the ramp and turn's around and hold's up his arm's to a huge pop.....the
camera fades back into a commercial....

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********
CZAR
********

To: The entire Wreslting Staff, Ramon Lopez
From: Czar

[The camera opens in a run down fitness center. The fading lights give the
area a yellow tint. There are various people working out on punching bags,
jumping rope, and doing wrestling take downs. In the middle of the room is
a wrestling ring. The ropes are tattered cables, and the ring has duct tape
spots where the ring has been torn. The turnbuckle pads are also duct taped
over. There are various, supportive posters across the walls, and pictures
of wrestlers. A small "office" is visible in the background near a black
sign that says in white letterting "Lockeroom". Inside the office is a
ceiling fan that moves at a pace so lethargic, it probably isnt giving off
much air....But the camera focuses back to the ring. Inside is a man
wearing a blue New England Patriots Hooded sweatshirt, grey sweatpants and
old wrestling shoes. He has his fists wrapped. The man with him is a
scronny, almost adolescent looking man, who is wearing a black workout
shirt and sweatpants. The man in the blue shirt snap mares him down and
drops a leg on him....Then, puts him in a headlock. A buzzer sounds, and
the two men break. The camera zooms in, and the Man in a blue sweatshirt is
Czar. He sprays some water in his mouth, and gasps for air.]

{Czar} - Man, seems like ages since Ive been active in a ring. Its good to
get back into shape though. Whew!
[He wipes sweat and climbs out of the ring. He begins to walk toward a door
in the back]

{Czar} - Im gonna step outside for some brisk air. You know, I have less
than a week to get ready for this matchup. I have less than a week to show
GPW what exactly I have been doing in all parts of the world for nearly two
decades....thats longer than some people in this fitness center have been
alive!! If you dont know, this is my personal fitness place here in
downtown Boston....sure, I could afford a new one, but this place has seen
a lot of champions and Ive had a lot of memories here...so I keep it open
to Bostonians who want to follow footsteps.

[We are now outside, and it is very cold. There are blotches of snow here
and there, and you can see the air coming out of Czars mouth.]

{Czar} - Ive been in GPW for a very little time. Already though, a man Ive
known for a very long time is harrassing me. Ramon Lopez. Good ol
Screwball. Harsh words you have already spoken!! Harsh Harsh! You know I
thought you would have a little more respect for the man that nearly cost
you your physical life on numerous occasions. After I threw you off the
Barbed wire Pyramid, I knew you would get up. After I wrapped your head
around a car door, I knew you would still talk trash..Hell, after I took
you on in one of the most hoorifying matches in IWC history, I knew you
would still come after me.....But after you took that plunge from the
British shopping mall, through an Ice Cream venders cart, I thought
maybe....MAYBE......you would understand that I am one up on you, and
always will be one up on you. You see Ramon, in your prime, you were a
great wrestler....maybe even the best....In your prime, you got the ball
rolling with my career and dazzled many. But your prime came and went just
like Telletubbies, and you are a very old man now....very old. Im thinking
you are well over 50....and I thought I put you to pasture. But you came,
rearing your ugly head once more....and I guess Ill have to show you, you
old dirty cowhand, where the exit is, once more. When I looked down at you
from Birmingham mall, gasping for air, lying in a puddle of blood, I
thought we felt the same thing...the torch had been passed. Alas....it
hasnt.
You wanna talk about scars......I GOT EM! Hell, I prolly got more than you
do! Because Lopez, the evil things you have done to me, FAR FAR outweigh
the times you have helped me out....the times you have said "Dammit, we're
in this together, Czar". Yeah, maybe in some weird way we have a brethren
love for each other...maybe there is some sort of mania between us...but if
that is to be true....may god help us all.....because this is one twisted
brethren...

[Czar lights up a cigar, takes a puff, and looks at the camera]

{Czar} - Ive seen a lot of messed up stuff in my day....A lot...but I never
had a weak stomach. Not until you, Ramon. The stuff that has happened to
you and your body are some of the most gruesome things Ive seen in my
life....and I respect you for it, because you and me, brother, we're one in
the same. Dont forget that next time you decide to blow fire at me.
To the rest of GPW, just wait.......Just wait......

[Fade]
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'KID CHARISMA' CHRIS QUILLER
******************************

To: All in Global Pro-Wrestling

From: 'KC' Chris Quiller

<<The scene opens to a shot of a crowded hotel lobby. The walls are painted
in a pleasant pastel shade of blue to match the dark green surfaced floor.
There must be at least fifty people milling around the modern decor of the
large room. The majority of the crowd are business men and women, dressed
in their sharp black and grey suits and crisp white shirts and blouses.
Most are carrying some form of bag or briefcase and all appear to be in a
hurry. Another small population of the lobby are a party of OAPs, huddling
together to avoid the hustle and bustle of the early morning business rush.
To one side of the room are a circle of comfy seats with a coffee table in
the centre, filled with 'Women's' magazines and all the main newspapers for
the day. Most of the seats are empty but for two near the corner of the
room. Sitting at the edge of the room are two young-looking men talking
quietly to one another.>>

<<The camera starts to get closer to the two men in the corner and details
about their appearance become more apparent. The man on the left looks to
be in his late thirties. He has a black centre-parting, slicked down with
modelling gel. His jaw is shadowed with stubble and his small sideburns
reach down to the top of his cheekbones. He is wearing a well-cut
azure-blue business suit with a sky-blue shirt and green tie.

The other man looks to be younger, probably mid-twenties. He has short,
crew-cut brown hair and a small tuft on the underside of his chin. The
younger man is wearing loose-fitting, beige cargo pants and a tight, dark
blue tee-shirt. His green eyes search the area for something interesting to
see in the lobby as he listens to the older man talk.>>

BEVAN: What's up Chris? Somethin's bothering you. I can tell, I'm like
that.

<<The older man speaks with a harsh New York accent. The younger man looks
over and shakes his head slowly.>>

QUILLER: Nothing that you need to worry about Jake. It's my problem, not
yours. Just mind your own.

<<Bevan looks slightly shocked at the response from Chris Quiller but he
continues to talk nonetheless.>>

BEVAN: Listen Chris, I'm real sorry about your problems and I will, 'Mind
my own', but we've got bigger things to think about, for example - Global
Pro-Wrestling? What about that? Had you forgotten?

QUILLER: Why the hell are you talkin' about GPW Jake? I thought that I'd
told you not to worry about that? I've decided I'm not ready for the big
time yet. Don't you ever listen? Why the hell did I employ you as my
manager in the first place?

BEVAN: Just calm down Quiller! Confidence Chris, confidence! That's all you
need. Who's gonna' wanna' employ someone who doesn't think they have
talent? No-one. So buck your ideas up and lets get down to GPW for a
contract signing sesh'. They wanna' sign you up Quiller. You've made it to
the big time. You hear me, you've made it!

<<Chris Quiller looks slightly baffled at first but then allows the news he
has just received to sink in. He looks downwards but then, as his eyes rise
again, he purses his lips in a smug grin. His eyes light up as he realises
that his career has taken a monumental turn for the better. He looks over
towards Bevan smiles awkwardly.>>

QUILLER: This is probably the first and last time that I ever say this to
you Jake, but, thanks...Well, now that the niceties have been dealt with,
it's time to get our asses down to GPW. I'm not gonna' miss out on this
opportunity Bevan, no way. I'm gonna' teach those at Global Pro-Wrestling
all about what it takes to be a great wrestler...charisma. An I certainly
got plenty of that. I ain't 'Kid Charisma' for nothing.

<<With that, Quiller gets up from his seat, leaving a print of his backside
in the soft filling, and along with manager Jake Bevan, they pick their way
through the throng of people and exit through the large spinning doors.>>
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'X-TREME' BRYAN MEREDITH
*************************************

TO: That soon to be retired nobody Shane Jackson and the entire 'Brass
Knux' division.
FROM: The 'X-Treme' Bryan Meredith.

<<We are in James Wires personal gym in Detroit. It is a large square room
dominated by the full size wrestling ring in the middle. The ring is
surrounded by all the latest equipment, a bench press, running machines,
rowing machines etc.... All the equipment is top of the range, with digital
readouts to measure almost anything you would like, from heart rate to
calories burned. All of this shows the Wire has spared no expense in
getting Meredith to being one of the top wrestlers in GPW. The ring has a
plain blue curtain around the apron and just plain light blue mat. Despite
all of this the ring still looks top class. Meredith is standing in the
ring leaning against the ropes wearing only a pair if shorts and a white
vest. This is a change to his usual wardrobe but this is his training,
which he takes very seriously. Meredith's long dark brown hair is drenched
in sweat, as is the rest of him, and is tied back to stop sweat getting in
his eyes. Meredith is breathing heavily, he has obviously just finished a
strenuous workout. Meredith is talking to James Wire who is seated on the
outside of the ring. Wire is looking like he worth a million dollars as
usual, he is wearing an expensive cream Armani suit with a plain, but very
classy, black roll neck jumper underneath his jacket. Wire is puffing on
his customary cigar which he is holding between his heavily ringed fingers.
>>

[WIRE]: "Well my boy those 'hot chicks' back in New York have obviously had
an effect on you."

<<Meredith replies with a look of bemusement.>>

[WIRE]: "If my memory recalls the last thing you said to me before we met
up again at the airport was, 'I am going to find me some 'hot chicks' to
spend the night with.' "

[MEREDITH]: "I may have spent the night with some girls but I would have
never said the words 'hot chicks'. "

[WIRE]: "Well son you did and nothing is going to change that."

[MEREDITH]: "Jimmy, if I ever say the words 'hot chicks' again you have my
permission to hit my in the face. OK?"

[WIRE]: "Whatever you say Bryan."

<<Meredith bows his head in thought, has he does so a bead of sweat drips
from the tip of his noes to the canvas. Meredith looks up, he is pondering
out loud.>>

[MEREDITH]: "If only my fight against Shane Jackson was a 'Brass Knux'
match then I really could give out a good warning to the other chumps in
the division."

[WIRE]: "Well, there is nothing you or I can do about it, all you have to
do is go out there and pull of the nest high risk moves you can."

[MEREDITH]: "I don't think me doing any amount of high risk moves is going
to get the crowd really behind me."

[WIRE]: "Just do the best you can this match, just wait until you get a
chance in a real 'Brass Knux' match."

[MEREDITH]: "I want to give those goons in the league a good warning
though, you and me both know that I could end T'Chamunga's, Zack Sharp's
and The Zinmaster's career in one match but I am not going to be able to
show that in a little match against Shane Jackson."

[WIRE]: "What do you expect me to do about it?"

[MEREDITH]: "Nothing Jimmy, there's nothing you can do about it. It just
pisses me off thats all."

<<Meredith bows his head in thought again, again a bead of sweat runs down
his noes and drips off the end. As the drips hits the floor Meredith looks
up with a look on his face that reads 'cracked it'.>>

[MEREDITH]: "Jimmy I've got it! I know how I can show the world what an
extreme talent I am."

<<With that the camera fades to black.>>
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ZACK SHARP
******************

TO: T' Chamunga and the Zinmaster
FROM: Your GPW Brass Knux Champion... "Sick & Twisted" Zack Sharp.

[Scene: The home of Zack Sharp. Well, as you know it's really a hotel room

in the lovely Luxor Hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada. Sharp sits upon the bed,
wearing a pair of black nylon shorts and that's it. The GPW Brass Knux
Title
can be seen on the bed side table and Sharp seems to be eating an orange.]

"SICK & TWISTED" ZACK SHARP:

Well, well, well, the act of violence went down and boy was it fun as I hip

tossed my way to victory.

[The camera man can be heard saying "You hit a spinebuster not a hip
toss."]

Hey man, I used my hips, so it's a hip toss, got it. However, after
leaving
the crowd in a frenzy with my large arsenal of offense, I finally captured
the GPW Brass Knux Title.

However, now I must defend my title against the former champion and the
Zinmaster once again. Yet, I see fit as to why T'Chamunga gets a re-match,

but I do not see why the GPW must continue to have me lay out the Zin-Boy
or
shall I call him Excuse-boy.

That's all we get from him, is excuses. The first time I beat him, I got
"lucky" as he said. The second time I came out on top it was because I hit

him in his bad knee. Now, this time when I beat him is his excuse going to

finally be the truth and that is the Zinmaster just plain old sucks. I
have
to face him in a non-title match this weekend and honestly, I'm not feeling

up to it, why should I have to simply destroy this man once again. They
know
what is going to happen, I'm going to put him through a table, beat him
again, and this time he's going to say that since we weren't in Alabama,
that
I had home field advantage or something.

But, wait, I have to think for a second, he may take me to the Zin-Zone,
then
it'll be Z2K and then I'm really going to regret bashing this man of Zin.
I'm really scared guys, I don't wanna go to Zin-Zone because then I'll have

to listen to the Zin-Master struggle through a two minute promo over and
over
again.

Jesus, that's a nightmare. The only thing worse is having to pay to watch
the Zinmaster wrestle. These fans are going to be ticked off when they see

the Zin-boy on the card, but boy will they be relieved when they see the
human hip toss machine is there to save them from boredom again.

They know they will recieve the high flyin', table smashing, fun that they
always get from ol' Ess and Tee.

I just got one more question, how many of those fans of yours in Alabama
are
related to you Zin-boy.

Well, onto my big title defense at Future Fight 2000: Battle of Los
Angeles.

Battle of Los Angeles, hey that's my favorite album. How nice.

Anyway, they are putting the island rat and the man of many excuses inside
a
steel cage with me. A steel cage, a play toy for me, cause that just means
I
can jump real high. I mean high.

However, the one thing I must take into account is how will the island rat
react to a cage. Will he be wild, will he be confused, will he be even
more
deadly?

You know what I think. I think he will be calm, sweet, and cuddly like a
teddy bear and his stock will plummet. T'Chamunga will get sent home in a
box for being too sweet. It's so sad, I liked the frizzy haired freek.

Hey boys, I got something special planned though and you'll probably wet
yourself, so please wear your pee-pee bags.

Thank you, good night.

[Fade.]
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